A Virtue…

I awoke submerged
as we all did back then.
In a water balloon
contained in walls of flesh.
Flowing with thoughts, surrounded

by blood and hope

20 digits functional
and no sheets to tie.
We all dreamed of escape.
Or did we?
No, we did…

we most certainly did.

Fed by oxygen
that didn’t belong me; parasitic.
Fueled by seconds
and inevitability.
Yes, it’s dark sometimes…

but it can be warm as well.

Will these doors open someday?
Light pouring in…
while I’m pouring out?
Breathing, beating, living, screaming,
on terms that are my own?

Only time will tell.

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